I’ve been fighting with a painting for several months. I started it at my old house, and for some reason, I couldn’t do anything with it.
Today I talked it over with my dog, and decided to attack it. Paintings are usually not this much work! We’re still not seeing eye to eye, but it has changed a lot today.
I eventually took it off the easel and started a new one. I’ll return to it later.
I can’t force paintings.
Sometimes I struggle for a long time, then one day out of the blue, I revisit it and find the solution to be simple.
I’m in no hurry.
It can be hard, and I can wrestle with it. I was given a permission slip today.